You noticed something about meI didn't know, I didn't seeBack when I tend to take for grantedThe ones who had made a man of meThat kid I was, he had no clueThat he'd make the manStanding right here in front of you

I was born my old man's sonMy momma's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laugh to the way I hold a woman's handEverywhere I go wherever I runI'll be my old man's son

Lot of things go downIn an everybody knows kinda townThey're all a small town geniusThere's a lot of space between usI got something they ain't gotI'm someone that they're not

I was born my old man's sonMy momma's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I shake on a dealTo the way I hold the steering wheelEverywhere I go, wherever I runI'll be my old man's son

Took some time to seeTo realize what it means to beBorn my old man's sonMy momma's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laughTo the way I hold a woman's handEverywhere I go, wherever I runI'll be my old man's sonMy old man's son